Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2714 | 2023-04-08 06:52:02 | 106.64 | 99% |
| 336 | 2017-05-31 15:18:16 | 101.71 | 93% |